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oak of the forest has fallen, and now the scrub oaks may sprout all around ... The father of the western country is no more.”
An acorn pie as a remembrance might be a bit extreme. But as politicos are fond to express it, “on this fourth day of July, in the year of our Lord, two-thousand and six, and of the Independence of the United States, the two hundred, thirtieth”, let’s hope folks in Ohio and elsewhere in the old Northwest Territory (maybe even ol’ Rapp, the rest of the lower 48 and beyond) might pause at their barbecues, the mall, or even sitting impatiently at the stop light, to ponder what people like not only the original GW but also GR Clark, and Bowen, and Norman and all the rest of their anonymous comrades did for them...did for all of us. They turned the world (and one of the superpowers) of their day upside down! History has a curious way of doing that every so often to those who feel themselves all rich and powerful and destined to be so forever. If we thought about this, even for a nanosecond, we might demand a tad more foresight, unifying actions, and statesmanship from the leaders of today, maybe even a wee bit of extra mental effort and sacrifice from ourselves.
Otherwise, the wide expanse of history strongly suggests that some as yet unnamed future band will one day resurrect that old time from Yorktown for us. Or perhaps like Fort Sackville, SURPRISE, it will all be over and there won’t even be any music. Not even the world’s most powerful armaments, the most vitriolic of rhetoric, or illustrious ‘fathers’, famous or anonymous, provide any absolute guarantees. Just ask King George the Third.
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